When Roland said this word, his eyes were fixed on Griffith:
"In 1427 of the Second Age, in order to fight against the existence whose records had been erased, Aaron's people sacrificed to a distant existence. They received a response. The newly born Aaron became the hand of God of a great existence. I My friends and I knew very little about the details.”
Griffith didn’t understand what he heard: “A battle of this scale is not a personal grudge, but which interest groups are fighting against each other?”
"I like your idea, knight," Roland nodded in approval, "'that person' uses the power of magic, the one who gives him power... I dare not say his real name, let's just use the name related to him. Named by the organization 'Breath of the End'.
"He exists in a distant plane. It is speculated that he is entirely composed of spiritual energy and is huge beyond description. He is too powerful and huge to penetrate the real world through the gaps between planes. And, as far as I know, he seems to Fell into a deep sleep.”
Griffith had heard about this and asked Roland to continue.
"The Breath of the End can provide a huge amount of spiritual energy, which is vast beyond imagination. As long as any spellcaster who has stepped into the extraordinary is willing and reaches out to Him, inexhaustible spiritual energy will be at his fingertips."
"Sounds like a thief's behavior," Griffith simply commented, "Sooner or later he will be discovered."
"That's right. Wizards relied on this power to become the rulers of the world. This was the case in the past.
"Among them, 'that person' has received the greatest favor. He has probably obtained some secret knowledge about the Breath of the End. He has a powerful energy shield that exceeds our cognition and an ethereal and illusory form. It is extremely difficult to Being attacked and hurt. 'That person' seems to think that such a powerful power can only be touched by specific ancient families and recognized bloodlines. As for other people, even if they have amazing talents, they must be eliminated Out of the ranks of wizards.
"There were many people who resisted him, and the fighting was extremely cruel. It was a dark time and an adventure in my youth."
Griffith listened with interest: "So, this powerful black magic supreme is still a bloodist?"
"That's not certain," Roland smiled, "but there is another possibility.
"The reason why he did this was that he was worried that too much spiritual energy stolen by the caster would awaken the breath of the end and needed to be restricted. There may be other motives that made him do this. He did not tell the world the reason. Of course. Well, even if he said it, it would be useless. How many people would give up their immediate power, knowledge, status and wealth for uncertain risks in the future?
"All in all, what 'that person' did is unacceptable to the vast majority of wizards. He will definitely encounter strong opposition and is destined to fail."
"Because magic has long been spread in the world, the favored forces are intertwined. Later, countless wizards and their Extraordinary allies began to resist him. Some ancient nobles supported his decision. After all, it could improve their status. More revered and sacred.
“The battle became more and more intense, and even several righteous gods sent their own divine hands to join the battle.
"Finally, a certain existence sent its own agent - the chosen 'Aaron'. His appearance broke the balance and triggered the destruction of 'that person'."
Griffith fell into deep thought: "Who sent Aaron?"
"Hahahaha, guess what!" Roland laughed. "The result of this incident has further strengthened the power of the wizards. They can try the power in the virtual realm without any scruples. Some gods became uneasy about this, and others They were restless and couldn't wait to enter this world. They selected their own God's Hand based on various criteria, agents who were more noble and powerful than the Patriarch and Paladins of the Holy See. Among them, the undead who once tried to come to the world The God also has his own candidates—siblings Naira and Neferti from the Kwai Mansha family.”
Griffith asked: "I understand. But why do you need me to do this?"
"First of all, you are incompatible with this god, and you must be interested in destroying his conspiracy." Roland glanced at Yitian at Griffith's waist. "Secondly, I am very worried about Aaron's existence. The dark fog is shrouded in This young man. Whose agent is he? We don’t know what his plans are. If we wait until the day when the Outer God’s plan is fully launched, it will be too late. Just like the tragedy in Odessa, it cannot be stopped.
"The Kui Mansha brother and sister are the keys chosen by Odessa to open a certain door. Through the clues they leaked, we will find out the clues about the outer gods and the hands of gods, and see how the gods project his power to The real world, and then lift the fog shrouded in front of our eyes. It’s okay if we didn’t capture Naira this time, they will show their flaws again.”
"Okay, I understand," Griffith acknowledged Roland's explanation, "I will keep an eye on them, thank you for everything you have done."
"Okay," Roland stood up, "There are a few more things."
"What's up?"
"Do you know Mr. Hermit?"
Griffith looked into Roland's eyes silently.
"He has a party," Roland said with a smile, "I am one of them. If you also participate, my advice to you is to avoid His eyes and ears. After all, no one knows what kind of existence He is."
"Another thing is the reason why I have to come here in person today," Roland said apologetically, "I did some research on the ancient stone slab you found under Bellomont Swamp, and I wanted to use it this time. The opportunity is given back to you. But..."
The ancient stone slab is one of Griffith's harvests in the Bellomont ruins. It consists of a regular square stone slab and a disk. It is about the size of an encyclopedia. It is made of unknown material but is extremely strong.
When he first came into contact with this stone slab, Griffith heard some strange messages. A certain civilization was at the last moment of life and death, and the original owner of the stone slab tried hard to leave some information. Beyond that, he acquired bits and pieces of knowledge that might or might not be useful.
Not knowing what to do with the information, and unsure if the tablet was dangerous, Griffith left it with Roland, the leader of Qiming County.
"but what?"
"But it was stolen, hehe, I'm really sorry." Roland rubbed the back of his head and laughed twice, "The person who stole it is very clever, better than me."
There are a few people who are better than you... Griffith stared at Roland for a while.
"Okay, what else?"
"One last thing!" Roland straightened his back, "Your military exploits will definitely get you considerable rewards. Listen to me——
"No matter what Beyelan is prepared to give you, money, equipment, title, officer eldest sister, countess, princess or..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, in short, no matter how tempting the reward given to you next is, you must choose the fiefdom of Verona!" Roland said loudly, "This is a bit of life experience that I, as an elder, need to tell you."
